Rough Draft

It's times like this when I go scrambling under my blanket that I can once again feel the reassurance of someone, or rather, something being there for me. Diving into the comfort and warmth of the one thing that's been with me for sixteen years, maybe I see the depths of a darkness far beyond what it means to be without light in this world.

Having seen it, having experienced it, you are forgiven if you ever wonder, 'once bitten, twice shy'. What more being bitten more than what you can count with the fingers of both hands. Even so, I've failed to realise once more.

The world doesn't fight for you.

posted by cigarettelove @ 11:06 AM